camouflage06 DISCLAIMERS: Too bad I don't own Dragonball Z and GT characters. They're owned by Akira Toriyama and other companies. So don't sue me. Please.

Author's Notes: *hides* I know it's been damned late. It's been, what? 7 months before I've written anything for this story ne?. Anywayz, I have nothing to say so start reading!. =^.^=

CAMOUFLAGE
by: Mattel

Both King and Queen searched almost the whole of the Royal Palace and the whole of Vegeta-sei but they couldn't find even a single clue as to where Prince Trunks is right now.

"Vegeta, I think he ran away," Bulma stated as a matter-of-factly.

Vegeta frowned at her, "Really Woman, I thought you were smart, that's why we're looking for that blasted brat,"

Seeing this as pretty funny, Bra giggled as she looked around at the royal soldiers behind them. Looking for someone who's not too rough and bulky, someone who looks *nice*.

Bulma sighed and looked around, it was very unfamiliar, they were already at the outskirts of the main land of Vegeta-sei, and some curious sayiajins were already flocking at a distance, not knowing that their Prince was missing. She returned her gaze at Vegeta, taking in that trademark scowl and his famous drawn-to-each-other brows, she sighed again, "Let's go home," she said defeatedly.

Vegeta glared at her but she glared right back at him, "What? you didn't think that I should allow us that we'd spend the whole day AND night looking for him right?, he's grown up Vegeta and he could take care of himself, you as his father should know that than anyone else,"

Growling, he averted his eyes from his Queen, "As a matter of fact I did expect and I know he could take care of himself, he's MY son,"

Bulma softened up a bit and baby-talked to Vegeta, "Aww... Veggie-chan is worried about big old Twunksie..," she stopped and returned her voice back to normal, "Gee, now I have to tell you the thing you're always telling me at least a million times, he's strong, Vegeta, he'll come around sooner or later,"

"I'm NOT worried about the damned brat, who says I care?! let's go back," he told them and commanded his soldiers to return to the Palace.

Bra smiled at this, her father may be a great liar but she always see what's behind that mask.

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"Is it really okay, Gohan...," Trunks started, "-san?," he asked Gohan about him staying on their house, even reluctantly adding a respective prefix after his same to symbolize his utmost respect even if he's not used to that because, mind you, he IS a prince.

Muttering under his breath, he let out a grunt of approval, sure Trunks is nice and all but he didn't like the way he's looking at his daughter. Videl looked worriedly between her husband and Trunks, he signaled quietly at Goten with her eyes for help.

Sensing a trouble brewing and a hidden disapproval, Goten took Gohan away from the dining table and pulling him into a corner.

"Loosen up, Bro. He's nice and he's a good sparring partner too," Goten reasoned, smiling goofily at him.

Gohan glared at his younger brother, "If you don't stop taking sides, you will know how good *I* am as your future sparring partner,"

Goten gulped.

"C'mon, I'm just kidding, I mean, he's a nice person really!," he told his brother while his own brows were twitching nervously.

Looking back at the dining table, Gohan looked at Trunks long and hard still noticing how his eyes twinkled when they look at Pan, "Nice or not, I still don't like the way he looks at Pan every now and then,"

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"I guess you should give Trunks your old bedroom for a while, it's still nice and clean anyways. You just didn't like the way your walls were painted back then," Videl told Pan in between spoonfuls.

Trunks politely laughed, the more he spends time with Pan and her family, the more he seems to like them especially her, well, except her dad who obviously wanted to bite his head off.

Pan chuckled at the memory when someone knocked, no-- banged at the door, she pushed herself away from the table, "I'll get it, if it's one drunk saiyajin I'll kick his butt off," she told them.

Trunks turned to Videl, "Excuse me.. but is she always like that?," he asked.

"Always. It's completely normal for us," she told him.

Pan made her way towards their front door and opened it, revealing a towering, burly, sour-looking saiyajin, "What do you want?," she asked him while taking in the armor he wore which has the Royal house symbol etched on the surface.

Out of the blue, the sour-looking man stood stiff and straight and--

"In behalf of the Royal House of Vegeta-sei, I'm here to tell you that, if any of your family members saw the current Prince of Vegeta-sei, Prince Trunks Briefs Vegeta the 44th, please report urgently to the Royal Palace and inform the Royal Guards," he said non-stop.

Videl, who stood at the middle of the living room, almost fainted when she heard a very undeniably familiar name, "Briefs?", she whispered, "could it be?,"

Alarmed and concerned about her mother, rushed to her. Gohan after arriving at the scene, asked the soldier out of curiosity, "You mean to say that the Prince's missing?,"

"that's why we're looking for him, he was supposedly had left the palace just this morning, so if you know anything about his whereabouts, go immediately to the Royal Palace," the Royal soldier replied then started to back away, "Now, excuse me" he said before going away.

Trunks in the meanwhile, let out a huge sigh of relief as he watched the scenario from a hidden view, he also checked his ki and to make sure it was as low as it could get. He then returned his gaze to Pan's mother who was as white as a chalk, obviously, she knows something about what she had heard. She knows something about his mother. From the way she'd reacted upon hearing the name "Briefs". Maybe, just maybe, Videl could tell him things about his mom.

Nah.. maybe it's another Briefs, I mustn't keep hopelessly hoping, he thought.

"Trunks?.. TRUNKS?!,"

Trunks snapped back into reality when Pan started pounding on him, he shook his head to clear his thoughts when he caught himself drowning into the darkest pit ever known to him, her eyes. Pan's eyes. He felt himself going hot all over and realized that he was blushing. A thing he rarely do. Let alone show it to other people. Talk about being completely vulnerable.

"What were you thinking back then? I could've stripped myself naked in front of you and you wouldn't have cared!," Pan told him half-heartedly.

I would've cared. You don't know how much I would look--no, how much I would *stare*.

Trunks caught himself thinking about a stripping Pan.

Not a bad idea.... not bad at all, he thought, smirking. Then stopped all of a sudden when he felt his ki getting higher than usual. Damn.

Pan raised her eyebrow but shrugged it away, "I wonder why the Prince ran away.. is it because they're being to hard on him?," Pan questioned silently, then turned to her uncle, "ne? Uncle Goten?,"

"Now, why would you ask me? I don't know! I'm not the Prince you know," he told her niece while helping himself with the remaining food at the dining table.

Flipping her hair, Pan pulled a chair and turned it over to face her and sat cross-legged while hugging the headrest(?), "Hmmm... you ARE working there, that's why!,"

Leaning a bit to hear more, Trunks purposely sat on the living room with his back on them and absent-mindedly flipping through an upside-down book.

"I *would* be working there," he heard Goten tell Pan, "So I still don't know the reason and even if I'm already there, I wouldn't stick my nose to something that doesn't concern me, it's called 'privacy' Pan,"

Goten shifted on his seat and added slyly, "Although you know I would take even a little peek at the Princess every now and then. I heard from my fellow comrades that she has this exquisite beauty that captivates the eye," Goten smiled sheepishly.

Trunks let out a cough to cover his laughter. Pan just laughed at his uncle's embarrassment.

"Pervert. Just don't pick the time to look when she's taking a bath or changing clothes or something," she teased he Uncle who was currently turning pink. Pan laughed even more, holding her sides. Even Gohan who was so serious at the moment seemed to have cracked a smile.

"maa~ Pan, stop it already. You're embarrassing Goten in front of our guest," Videl scolded her playfully, "Anyway, it's getting late. You should take Trunks to his room for tonight," she reminded her daughter while taking a quick look at Trunks who was trying so hard to look composed, when in fact, he's obviously not. You can tell by the upside-down book he's holding.

"Fine. Trunks, follow me," Pan said, motioning for Trunks to follow her. Gohan moved to follow them but was stopped by Videl who was shaking her head at him. Gohan, a bit resisting at first, finally obeyed Videl.

"Let them be," Videl told him. Gohan just grunted. Goten laughed at his expense still continuing to wolf down the left meals.

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"Now, this would be your room. I'm sorry if the walls are horrible, but they're cool, really," Pan said while stepping inside the room before Trunks. She then turned around abruptly to turn on the lights when she found herself nose to nose and eye to eye with Trunks. She choked on her own words and held her breath waiting for what would possibly come next.

Time seemed to stop. Blue eyes connected with black.

His lips slowly approaching hers.

Faces tilting.. as if in a trance.

When Pan backed away and turned on the lights before anything else happen... just because of some serious case of extreme hormonal and physical attraction.

That was close. Whew! the room is way too hot. Pan thought wiping her forehead.

Both of their ki increased a bit. But noticeable. Noticeable enough to draw the attention of her father and uncle.

"What happened Panny? your ki just started to increase all of a sudden.. ," Gohan trailed off, sounding pretty alarmed. Pan blushed. She knows the reason why, but invented an excuse.

"I was just--," she paused to think of a believable reason, aroused? DEFINITELY NO! happy? DUH! mystified? yeah right.., "--excited! yeah! I'm pretty ecstatic to show him my old room, because well... this room is my pride!," Pan finished lamely. Oh my god.. when did I got lame like that? If her father believe that lame lie, it would be a HUGE miracle.

A big, throbbing nerve appeared on Gohan's forehead, "but why Trunks' ki as well?," he turned to Trunks, eyes burning.. his voice full of hidden malice and venom.

Trunks sweat dropped.

"I was just matching Pan's enthusiasm!," he told him trying to make his own eyes glitter with false and exaggerated enthusiasm, catching Pan's eyes, but she looked away, obviously trying to hold her laughter. At that, both father and uncle went downstairs, leaving Pan with Trunks.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!," Pan laughed uncontrollably after her father and uncle was out of earshot, as she remembered what Trunks told her father, "OH MY GOD! I can't believe you just said that!," she tried to say while laughing at the same time.

"Well.. I was matching your.. uh.. enthusiasm," he whispered seductively while walking towards her, "I did match yours, right?," he said as he stared seriously on her shock-filled face.

Before Pan could compose herself, Trunks pulled her face and gave her a deep, lingering kiss when all of a sudden it seemed like they were out of control but then Trunks thought the better of it and pulled back before anyone notice his AND her ki going totally ballistic.

She could just make one coherent sentence on her mind after the kiss.

*That* was something. She thought as her fingers strayed their way to her lips, not believing what just happened.

Trunks put on his annoying and proud smirk that made the scene un-romantic, "Now, will you please stop staring at me blatantly?, if you mind I would just like some rest," he told Pan.

Pan growled under her breath and muttered "imbecile" referring to Trunks before going out the door and slamming it behind her.

Smirking, Trunks fell on his bed and stretched, this was the far most interesting and most IN-formal day he ever had the pleasure of having. This was too good to be true. It never occurred to him how it was to be actually free. If only he has some assurance that it would be forever, but deep down he knew he needed to get back to his real home some time soon, if not now.

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Author's Notes: eeheheheheheh!!. sorry, I couldn't help but stop there. Not too much TP but don't worry, I'm back and writing again~, thank you all who reviewed and emailed me pursuing me to continue this fic. I was seriously thinking of dropping this. ANYWAYZ, I think I'll make this a TP and GB fic. I dunno, I'm not good at GB pairing.. =^.^= see you! and get well soon to Vegetababe! I love you!